louder | natsu x reader

chapter 20

"I got it!" you cheer. you and levy high five.

"c'mon, we gotta get going!" natsu says.

"when we're through here, you all will be joining the battle of fairy tail." levy says.

you walk around the town, separate from natsu and gajeel, to find laxus and the remaining thunder legion members.

with the guild behind you, you ventured into the town, your keen eyes scanning for any signs of laxus. the streets, once chaotic, were now eerily silent, and tension lingered in the air. as you strolled through the empty alleys, your steps echoed softly against the cobblestone.

suddenly, you felt a presence nearby. whirling around, you found yourself face to face with bickslow, a member of laxus' tribe. a mischievous grin played on his lips.

"well, well, what do we have here?" bickslow's voice had a sinister undertone as he sauntered towards you.

you raised an eyebrow, unbothered by his intimidating demeanor. "looking for a fight, are we?"

bickslow chuckled. "always ready for a good time. but i'm just the appetizer. laxus is the main course."

the clash begins, your ice dragon slayer powers in a dance with bickslow's eerie dolls. frost claws materialize as you lunge, but the dolls prove elusive, dodging your strikes with unsettling agility. bickslow manipulates them to entangle you, restricting your movements. you struggle against the supernatural strings, momentarily hindered.

"not so fast," bickslow taunts.

"you think those dolls will save you?" you retort, eyes narrowing.

you break free with a burst of strength, conjuring an icy barrier to shield yourself. however, the puppeteer continues to outmaneuver you, exploiting the unpredictable nature of his magic.

"give up yet?" bickslow grins.

"not a chance," you reply, determination in your voice.

with determination, you unleash an ice dragon roar, but bickslow anticipates the attack, evading with unnerving grace. the alley echoes with the clash of elements as you struggle to keep up.

"clever, aren't you?" bickslow taunts.

"you haven't seen anything yet," you shoot back.

you retaliate with an ice dragon's claw, hands encased in razor-sharp ice. precise slashes cut through the air, creating frosty trails, but bickslow's agility allows him to narrowly avoid the worst of the onslaught.

"nice try," he sneers.

"not giving up, are you?" you respond, catching your breath.

the battle intensifies, and you find yourself on the defensive, dodging and parrying bickslow's relentless assaults. the alley becomes a frosty battleground, each maneuver requiring utmost concentration.

"in over your head, aren't you?" bickslow laughs.

"don't underestimate me," you retort, determination burning in your eyes.

in a moment of respite, you gather your strength, deep breath, preparing for a final surge. determined to overcome bickslow's cunning and put an end to the puppeteer's threat. the fight continues, each clash pushing both of you to your limits.

the battle with bickslow reaches a critical point. the eerie dolls surround you, and bickslow, sensing the intensity, decides to unveil another layer of his magic. with a theatrical flourish, he removes his face mask, revealing his mismatched eyes.

"thought it was time to show you my true self," bickslow grins, confidence oozing from him.

you remain composed, though curiosity glints in your eyes. "impressive. let's see what you've got."

as bickslow's mismatched eyes lock onto yours, a surge of magical energy envelops the alley. he attempts to use his eye magic, the very essence of his control, to manipulate you. the air becomes heavy, and for a moment, you feel a tinge of doubt.

to counter, you make a daring decision. closing your eyes, you rely on your heightened senses and intuition. bickslow, expecting your resistance, is momentarily taken aback.

"what's the matter, afraid to look me in the eyes?" bickslow taunts.

"hardly," you respond, determination in your voice. "just leveling the playing field."

guided by your instincts, you move with an almost dance-like grace, avoiding the enchanting gaze of bickslow's eyes. relying on the sound of his movements and the subtle shifts in the air, you manage to outmaneuver his attempts to ensnare you.

"can't control what you can't see," you tease, a smirk playing on your lips.

enraged, bickslow intensifies his attacks, but you, with eyes firmly shut, counter each move with a blend of ice dragon slayer techniques. the alley becomes a symphony of clashing elements and dodged strikes.

realizing his attempts are futile, bickslow lunges forward, but you sense his movement and sidestep with precision. seizing the opportunity, you channel your magic into a final, powerful burst of frost.

"game over," you declare, your eyes still closed.

bickslow, defeated and exhausted, stumbles backward. you open your eyes, victorious but mindful of the battle's toll. "your tricks won't work on me. it's time to end this."

with a final burst of icy power, you incapacitate bickslow, leaving him frozen in a temporary prison of ice. as the battle dust settles, you catch your breath, a satisfied smile playing on your lips.

"another one bites the dust," you quip, glancing around the frost-covered alley.